After saying this, Nanyan released her with disgust.
She took out a wet tissue from her bag and carefully wiped the hand that had just touched An Muyao.
After wiping it clean, she raised an evil and rebellious gaze, directly stuffing the used tissue into An Muyao's collar.
An Muyao: "!!!"
She wanted to scream.
However, she had to maintain her image outside.
She quickly took out the wet tissue that Nanyan had stuffed into her collar, her eyes red as she wanted to scold her.
When she met Nanyan's dangerous eyes, the words got stuck in her throat and couldn't come out.
Nanyan hooked her lips, a somewhat sinister smile on her face. "Good luck with the weekend performance."
An Muyao didn't believe that she would be so kind.
If it were the old Nanyan, there would be a possibility.
However, ever since they had a falling out a few days ago, Nanyan only harbored animosity towards her.
So, what did her words mean?
